Departure:

After a day...no several days of preparation, good byes and lectures on how to behave in strange places, we finally were on our way. While sitting with my Africa-backpack waiting for the bus at 4:15 in the morning, Trondheim showed herself from one of her best sides; Yellow traffic light blinking unsynchronized, clear and clean air, dark sky, warmish, and almost empty. Though was the only person I met so drunk that we almost walked into each other… Anyway, all was quiet. A very nice goodbye.

As Hans so delicately put it; the plain from Amsterdam to Entebbe was full of very nice people. One can almost not begin to grasp the amount of organizations and people working for making Africa a better place to live in. …so on and so on